Battling Cancer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A woman gets a needed surgery to help her fight her battle against breast cancer

Submitted: January 15, 2010

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It was the third time I’d been in the same plastic surgeons office within the past year. Not for something I particularly wanted done but I knew had to be done. The first time I came in I wanted an elective mastectomy, which he wouldn’t give me since I hadn’t been diagnosed with breast cancer. The second time I had come in I had been diagnosed with breast cancer but he wouldn’t take me because I didn’t have clearance from both my primary care physician and a psychiatrist with no professional relationship to my primary care physician or his office. Now I had everything I needed for him to see me the same day, he had to now that my life could be on the line.
Why this had been such a struggle in the first place was beyond me. He worked and lived in Trinidad, Colorado. It was the infamous transgender capital of the world. Women came here all the time to have their breasts removed so they become men and likewise. He was well known for helping perform these procedures with some of the other doctors in the hospital and was known as one of the best. I could guarantee most of the female to male transgender in the room didn’t have breast cancer. If they did the breast cancer rates were a lot higher than was being let on and it meant that a lot of people were changing their sex because of a seemingly unstoppable disease. There was simply no way this many people were doing this because of something out of their control that they didn’t also want to have reconstructed so they would look like their own selves. Considering my own brother (well, legally he’s my sister now) was once sitting in this same waiting room I knew it was more complex than that and that this same surgeon did this to people without breast cancer all the time.
I was finally called into the exam room. The surgery was explained to me for the third time since I was cleared to get it and marks were placed where the scalpel would be going on the outside of my body. I probably spent another twenty minutes waiting in the exam room before an operating table became available to me. I spent the time there thinking about how much things could be spreading and the possibility that I could still need rigorous chemotherapy of the mastectomy didn’t get all of the cancer like my physician believed it would. Either way I wasn’t going to be too picky, insurance covered all of it and it was likely something I would need no matter what if my long term prognosis was to be good. No matter what, I looked forward to being one step closer to being cancer free like so many of my peers.


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